A/N: I know I'm pumping these things out quick, but this chapter was great fun to write. I'm sure I'll slow down eventually.

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"OK, folks, we play this nice an' easy. Jayne, you keep sis in there for twenty seconds tops, then run like hell, you got me?"

"I got, Cap."

"OK, let's do it. I'll give you the signal, Jayne." Mal and Zoe, dressed in their EMT uniforms, strode purposefully over to an orderly helping an elderly woman out of a wheel chair and into a hover. "Son?", Mal addressed the orderly, "We're going to need this wheelchair right away. A young lady's had a run in with a downed power line, and time is of the essence." Zoe managed to keep her face neutral, but was inwardly impressed with Mal's change of diction.

"Of course, sir. Has she been cleared with receiving yet?" The orderly consulted a small datapad in his pocket, ready to look up Kaylee's file. He had to account for all the equipment.

Simon had been hanging back, carrying Kaylee in his arms - Inara had changed her out of the party dress and back into her usual coveralls to support the "power line" story - but decided to step forward. The stalwart captain was about to be tripped up by the one thing he could never master: bureaucracy. Luckily, Simon was an expert. "I'm sorry, Mr. - " he checked the orderly's nametag - "Hanson, is it? There's really no time, this is a cardiac emergency, and pursuant to section 116.5 of the Osirian Medical Protocols, I am requesting immediate medical assistance for my patient." He nodded down to Kaylee. "Are we going to have a problem here?"

Hanson didn't know this new doctor, but then, they got a new shipment of residents every few months, and he really couldn't manage to keep them all straight. The boy had the look of a Core doctor - prissy, arrogant, and definitely ready to make trouble for someone's career - and so Hanson decided not to push it. "No problem at all, sir. The boss just started cracking down on procedure last week, you know, and - " He trailed off as Sim